In the middle of the luxurious villa hall, there is a half-person-high pink princess tent. Various bulingbuling crystal ornaments are hung outside the tent. It looks luxurious and beautiful, and it is in unexpected harmony with the surrounding classical palace-style decoration.
There were faint familiar footsteps outside the door.
A small milky white hairball resting with eyes closed, his ears twitched, he opened his smart eyes, and jumped out of the cat's litter.
The door was opened by the servant, and the man in the well-tailored black suit loosened his bow tie. He casually handed the suit jacket to the servant waiting by the door, and looked in one direction as usual.
Accompanied by the tinkling of bells, the milky white hair ball rushed towards him like a cannonball as usual, and climbed into his arms skillfully along his trousers.
Fu Xiao was used to holding the milky white dumpling in his arms and scratched the little white cat's chin.
As expected, the little white cat let out a sweet and greasy bark.
Su Zening also shamelessly rubbed Fu Xiao's face with his furry little head. I don't know why Fu Xiao's footsteps were very soft, but Su Zening could recognize it every time.
The black-haired man's expression was calm and restrained, his slender fingers scratched the head of the little white cat, but he said lightly: "Why are you so clingy, you can't leave people all of a sudden, it's really troublesome to raise."
Su Zening retorted with a humming meow.
fraud! That's not what your biubiu's rising intimacy value says.
The housekeeper said with a smile: "You can't just let other people hold the little sugar cake at home, right, little sugar cake?" The old man's gentle, almost dripping voice made the servants beside him suspect that it was still the usual strict and almost dripping voice. Harsh housekeeper.
Su Zening raised his head and whimpered proudly.
Yes, he is not just casually hugged.
At least three small fish can be dried!
Although there was no change in Fu Xiao's expression, it felt a little softer.
The housekeeper praised again: "Little sugar cake is waiting for you to come home every day at the door."
Fu Xiao's expression was still light, with a hint of light gray eyes looking at the small sugar cake casually, as if he didn't care at all: "Really?"
Su Zening watched the progress bar of Biubiu's intimacy value rising faster.
Suzening Cat:…
Duplicitous big smelly socks!
Su Zening has been here with Fu Xiao for a few days. The small house next to the villa to be cleaned up for him has never been cleaned up. The sundries brought by Su Zening's three SUVs have spread all over the entire villa. After the corner, no one would go to Fu Xiao to ask about it again.
Even the little cat Su Zening realized that he had already taken root in Fu Xiao's house and successfully completed the first step of his plan—
Stay by Fu Xiao's side!
Thinking that his hard work and cuteness had finally come to fruition these days, the little white cat finally felt comforted.
The first step is completed, and then the story officially begins.
The little white cat secretly calculated that to change Fu Xiao's fate, the first thing to do is to prevent him from blackening.
"Is this the little sugar cake? It's a very lively long-haired lion cat. Hey, it's still a mandarin duck's eye." At this moment, the man next to him chuckled and interrupted the little white cat's thoughts.
Su Zening raised his head in the direction of the voice. A man in his thirties stood beside Fu Xiao with a medical box. The man looked gentle and smiled at him.
who is this
Su Zening turned his head and meowed at Fu Xiao suspiciously, his almond-shaped cat pupils were full of curiosity.
The man noticed the little cat whose small head was turning between him and Fu Xiao, and couldn't help but praise the little cat's humane behavior: "What a smart cat." He opened it and took out a pair of milky white rubber gloves from the toolbox. .
As soon as Su Zening saw the pair of rubber gloves, he had a bad premonition. In the past, he dealt with doctors every day in the hospital, and the doctors wore this kind of gloves. Does this mean that the man in front of him is a doctor
Su Zening's eyes suddenly widened, and when he noticed something was wrong, he quietly prepared to slip away from Fu Xiao's arms.
But it was too late, Fu Xiao, who realized his intention, held his neck with one hand and his hind paws with the other, and handed it over to the man: "Doctor Wu, please help Xiao Tangcake to check. a bit."
Dr. Wu nodded and moved gently, preparing to hold the small sugar cake.
don't want!
He doesn't go to the doctor!
Su Zening, who has been in the hospital since he was a child, has an instinctive fear of doctors. He is very grateful to the doctors, brothers and sisters for taking care of him, but these gratitude can't erase the pain caused by those treatments.
Bone marrow aspiration, throat intubation, severe side effects from antibiotic drugs, and he even had two open-heart surgeries in three months. The feeling of pain in every corner of my body is too strong.
In his memory, the doctor is pain, and this memory has been etched in his bones.
Su Zening hugged Fu Xiao's hand like a drowning person hugging the remaining driftwood, and refused to let go of it in fear.
Fu Xiao thought that Little Sugar Cake was just acting like a spoiled child as usual, and helplessly was about to pull the kitten's paw around his wrist, but he found that Little Sugar Cake was shaking uncontrollably, as if she was terrified to the extreme.
The meowing of the little sugar cake was so low and weak that it was almost imperceptible, but if you listened carefully, there was deep fear hidden inside.
But apart from being unwilling to leave him, Little Sugar Cake barely made any resistance. Even if it is so scared, its claws are still closed, and it is still a soft pad of meat holding its own wrist.
The little cat is like saying, although I am very scared, I will try my best to cooperate with you. I don't want to do this, but I'm really scared right now, you must accompany me.
Nice and distressing.
Fu Xiao's brows were slightly wrinkled, his eyes darkened, and he took the little candy cake back into his arms, and said in a soothing voice, "It's alright, it's alright." He stroked his fingers along the back of the little candy cake.
The sweet almond eyes that used to be full of agility in the past are now dumbfounded.
But the temperature of his fingers comforted Su Zening very well.
Su Zening finally reacted from his fear, resting his front paws on Fu Xiao's shoulders, like a wronged child, leaning his small head against Fu Xiao's chin, and wailing in a low voice aggrieved.
Fu Xiao rested his chin on Su Zening's head as if he understood, and hugged the sugar cake tightly and said distressedly, "Don't be afraid, I'm always here."
Dr. Wu was dumbfounded and looked at all the people and cats in front of him, and his mood was complicated.
Although as a veterinarian, every pet who visits the clinic regularly dislikes him.
But he did nothing this time! Dr. Wu, who was inexplicably aggrieved, said, "Mr. Fu—"
Fu Xiao held the slowed candy cake in the palm of his hand, pointed at the small bell on the little white cat's neck and said, "Doctor Wu is here to give you a positioning chip. Don't you hate bells?"
These days, Little Sugar Cake can't help but scratch the little bell on his neck. He specifically consulted with Dr. Wu that it is not recommended for kittens to wear necklaces. On the one hand, kittens are very lively and jumping up and down is easy to hook the necklace and suffocate. On the other hand, the sound of bells can also cause harm to kittens. Troubled, the little sugar cake has a very keen hearing and is particularly sensitive to the sound of the bell, and always uses his paws to scratch the bell.
Besides, positioning in the bell, Fu Xiao can't help but worry, what if the bell falls? Or was it taken away by someone with a heart? So where is he going to find candy canes
As if afraid that Little Sugar Cake could not understand, Fu Xiao patiently took off the necklace, pointed to Dr. Wu, and then brought the necklace to Little Sugar Cake.
Dr. Wu added silently: "Mr. Fu, the vaccine for Xiaotang Cake is also going to be shot."
Su Zening's pointed ears perked up and listened to the conversation between the two. With Fu Xiao's comfort, his inner fear gradually dissipated. Looking down at his fluffy little paws, Su Zening let out a lonely meow.
He is no longer the Su Zening who has to take a lot of medicine and take a lot of injections every day.
He is not an unreasonable kitten, he also knows vaccinations, big chips, etc. are for his own good. And he really hates the sound of bells. That kind of sound is really harsh to the kitten, so annoying that he doesn't want to move. He didn't expect that Fu Xiao would be able to find it.
It's just a light injection, it won't hurt very much, Su Zening silently encouraged himself.
He stood up, shook his head, jumped from Fu Xiao's palm to the cushion that Dr. Wu had placed in advance, squatted on it, raised his head and meowed at the two of them.
Dr. Wu breathed a sigh of relief. Of course, he didn't think that Little Sugar Cake understood Mr. Fu's words. He just thought that Little Sugar Cake had just had a stress reaction in front of a stranger like him. After all, kittens are timid creatures. , and now it is just returning to normal under the comfort of the master.
He put the chip into the syringe. This chip is the latest, only a few millimeters. It will not feel any subcutaneous injection, but it can locate the pet's position in real time. It has not been popularized in the civilian field, and is mostly used in the military field. Of course the price is also very nice.
The milky-white kitten jumped off the seat cushion, grabbed Fu Xiao's pants, and pulled him to the seat.
The little white cat squatted in front of the mat, stretched out its front paws and patted the mat at Fu Xiao.
Fu Xiao:…
Fu Xiao tentatively put his hand up.
The little white cat meowed happily, and then laid its head on Fu Xiao's hand.
The little white hairball was still a little nervous, his body trembled slightly, his jewel-like eyes looked at Fu Xiao pitifully, and his pink nose rested on Fu Xiao's hand, and his breath brought out a hot and humid breath.
Fu Xiaolue hesitated and stretched out his hand like coaxing a child to cover the eyes of Little Candy Cake: "Don't be afraid."
Dr. Wu is worthy of being a skilled veterinarian. Before the small sugar cake could react, the two injections were already finished.
Fu Xiaoxian heaved a sigh of relief and thanked Dr. Wu.
Dr. Wu sneaked the little candy cake twice with a smile, and waved his hand in a happy mood: "It's okay, the little candy cane is very cute, hey, the little candy cane's stomach." Dr. Wu's voice suddenly paused, frowning to see Look at the chubby belly of the little sugar cake.
"What's wrong?" Fu Xiao's heart tightened.
After the injection, Li Ping Ren Mo Su Zening was also nervous, raised his head, and stared at Dr. Wu with jewel-like eyes.
What's up with him
Are you sick again
Dr. Wu carefully touched and pressed the button, and found that his stomach was soft, not as hard as he thought. Dr. Wu, who realized that he had guessed wrong, coughed awkwardly: "I eat the little sugar cake. It's a bit too much, and I have a small belly."
There was an awkward silence.
Su Zening covered his white belly in shame, turned over, and meowed at Fu Xiao.
What's wrong
What's wrong with his cat eating more
And his hair is so long, he is puffy, puffy, you know
Fu Xiao first breathed a sigh of relief. After a while, he responded to the housekeeper and said, "What's the matter? I remember that each meal of the small sugar cakes is specially calculated by people."
How can there be a small belly
The housekeeper considered his words and said bravely: "Maybe sometimes I can't help feeding a small snack. But I swear at most once a day."
The voice just fell.
The little maid next to Zhuan Mo who was in charge of taking care of the small sugar cake also said weakly, "I may have also secretly fed some, but it's really only a little."
Really don't blame her.
You must know that the chef makes two plates of dried fish almost every day, she just couldn't help but secretly took some.
And the small sugar cakes are really cute, soft and cute, one small fish can be touched and three can be held.
She just couldn't hold on for a while.
By the way, why did the chef suddenly start making dried fish. The stinky old man specially invited by the kitchen from Michelin didn't bother to make such a small snack before.
Suddenly realizing something, the little maid's eyes suddenly widened. She raised her head to look at her colleagues. Sure enough, everyone avoided her eyes with a guilty conscience. She suddenly wanted to understand the two piles of dried fish. It's in someone's stomach.
Su Zening meowed innocently.
What about the cat, of course you feed me and eat it.